I'm doing whats best for the world

16+for Muns

[red-scare-savior]

Why do you fight? The people have food. The people have jobs. There is no more poverty, no more crime. I have given them paradise.

Tw: Murder, violence, USSR, Communism, baby napping, dehumanization, Aliens shouldn't be a war tactic. (More i probably forgot)

They call me "Superman"

Name: Kal-L ,(he never had a human name) Superman

Height: 6'9", 7'2" with boots

Age: 50 in human years, 34 ish in kryptonian years.

Hair: Black

Eyes: Blue

About this Superman

Superman Kal-L was sent to Earth to be saved from a dying Krypton. Instead of landing in Kanas, USA he landed in USSR Ukraine in a farm land. Stalins military got wind that a supposed alien spaceship fell onto farmland they owned.. They all expected a different type of alien, but found a baby.. Looked to be human.. But still a bit different, how his eyes gleaned red in certain lights, how he would float in their arms... Not human qualities of babies. He was taken in that moment.. Stripped from the human parents that found him? Shot, easiest way to keep them quiet.. mostly because they tried to convince them they can take care of the alien baby.. Insane.

Kal no they never named him, or let him have a name. Alien boy, or something like that. Was raised in the Soviet Armed Forces, mostly behind closed doors, tightly zipped mouths.. he was raised to be a weapon.. He knew this, he has the faint outline of scars to know this. Yes alot of them healed by the sun... Yet.. a few stayed near his heart.

Years later revealed as Superman to the world.. A war weapon a prized peice in Stalins inner circle.. Only to become Premier of the Soviet Union.. after Stalin gor poised by his own son..

Blah blah..

It's been twenty years since Superman first took this place.. May it be twenty more

Mun

Hi its cody. Im 22 lmao

Okay first things first. I did change things on him, don't look at the wiki. Mostly because I disliked alot of it.. Love Red Son Kal. But UGH alot of it didn't make sense.

[red-scare-savior]

You know what you remind me of?

Heh. Papers, Please

@reality-of-prime

..I'm.. what..?....huh?

[reality-of-prime]

Heh. [hands out a "passport" to be stamped]

Come on Superman, say your stupid line~

[red-scare-savior]

...[confused blinking]..

[reality-of-prime]

Come on! You gotta have to get the reference!

[red-scare-savior]

...I do not...

[red-scare-savior]

You know what you remind me of?

Heh. Papers, Please

@reality-of-prime

..I'm.. what..?....huh?

[reality-of-prime]

Heh. [hands out a "passport" to be stamped]

Come on Superman, say your stupid line~

[red-scare-savior]

...[confused blinking]..

[red-scare-savior]

You know what you remind me of?

Heh. Papers, Please

@reality-of-prime

..I'm.. what..?....huh?

[red-scare-savior]

Hey, Superman, is there anything to even do around here?

@widowed-ambition

"Da, plenty. Just depends.. on what you erm.." [Red was trying to find the right word placing a finger on his lips to think.. Thinking in one language is difficult while you're speaking another] "want to do?.. what.. do Americans do for fun?"

[It was a genuine question, he didn't know only Americans he knew only knew work, work, work.. Lois was kinda the same.. so hopefully this will change something..]

"Opera, ballet.. uh" [he was truly trying.. Red was just trying to think on what she would even like..]

[widowed-ambition]

Six foot nine inches of Soviet miracle was crouched in the middle of her apartment like the ceiling had personally offended him. The place had not been built with Superman in mind. It had barely been built with Lois in mind. At five foot two, she could cross the whole room in four annoyed steps and still feel like the walls were too close. For him, it must have felt like being smuggled into a cupboard.

One narrow bed. One narrow table. One radiator that knocked and hissed like it was trying to send a coded message to the West. One window looking out over a street where his face had been painted large enough for God and the state to argue over copyright.

And there he was, trying to fit inside it. Not just physically, either. Lois watched his finger touch his lips as he searched for the right words, expression narrowed with the kind of concentration men usually reserved for treaties, bombs, or lying under oath. She should have found it absurd. She did find it absurd. But there was something annoyingly disarming about the sincerity of it. He was not lecturing or performing. He was actually trying to answer her.

“Opera,” she repeated, one brow lifting. “Ballet.” Her cigarette rested between two fingers, smoke curling up toward the low ceiling. She glanced from his bent shoulders to the top of his head, then to the ceiling above him.

“You know, when I asked if there was anything to do around here, I meant what do people actually do? When they’re tired. When they’re bored. When they don’t feel like being useful to the state for five consecutive minutes.” She leaned back against the edge of the table, arms folding loosely over her chest. The wood creaked under her weight. Somewhere below them, someone shut a door hard enough to rattle the pipes. Lois did not look away from him.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, not unkindly. “Where’s the bad coffee? The cheap music? The place with sticky floors and one good song on the radio? Where do people go when they’re not trying to impress anyone?”

A pause. “And before you say ballet again, I am begging you to remember I was married to Lex Luthor. I’ve seen enough men in tights take themselves too seriously to last me the rest of my life. I guess, I wouldn’t mind the opera.”

The joke was sharper than necessary, but not as sharp as it could have. That was practically mercy, coming from her. Lois drew from her cigarette, then tapped the ash into a chipped dish she had decided was an ashtray because the apartment had come with nothing better. Her gaze flicked up toward his posture again.

“You’re going to hurt your neck like that,” she said after a moment. It came out more casual than concerned. Safer that way.

She pushed away from the table and crossed the room, which took all of four steps. The apartment was small enough that privacy was theoretical. She reached for the chair tucked beneath the window and dragged it back with a scrape against the floorboards. “Sit down before you make my ceiling nervous.”

[red-scare-savior]

[Red gave a huff.. as he sat the best on the floor.. him blinking slowly. Definitely a miscommunication on his part.. oh this place was way to small..Even for her.. Yes tuck away the American that knows how to twist words with simple stroke of a pen. But being shoved in this small apartment? Probably make those opinions worse.. He'll probably move her- No he will. Just not in this moment.. Not the most marvelous flat.. but something bigger, something she cant cross in four steps.. In his opinion this flat was not big enough for a woman.. married or not. Probably a single man figuring it out.. but not a woman.]

"I apologize.. I misunderstood...I?.. I still don't think I understand what you mean?.." [Red smiled softly... thats what Americans did to comfort eachother right? Then tilted his head as he crossed his legs, for he didn't take up too much room that he already did.]

[His eyes then caught the cigarette.. him huffing , him reaching over and grabbing it and crushed it in his hand] "Nyet bad habit.." [not like he got hurt by the burn as he sighed]

"..ice skating?" [Then back to the normal conversation.. as he was definitely skipping alot of what ahe said.. intentionally or not ]

[red-scare-savior]

Why do you not want plushies of you made? It could comfort a whole bunch of people and make them feel safe

Captilistic.. nyet..

[greaterthansuperman]

Plushies are great, man! I've had a bunch of mini mes made, sold, and given away

[red-scare-savior]

Please get away from me.

[red-scare-savior]

Why do you not want plushies of you made? It could comfort a whole bunch of people and make them feel safe

Captilistic.. nyet..

[red-scare-savior]

*she nodded, still hugging you, slowly composing herself.*

Good.. very good..

*she finally slowly pulls back from the hug, looking you in the eye*

You are my only son, Misha.. only one to carry on this family, da? I want to see some little Volkov’s running around..

*Volkov. Now you have a last name. You can guess that she’s likely still living in the same oblost, and you know what he looks like. You could actually figure out what happened to this Misha*

-babushka anon

[Oh the topic of children always made red internally cringe. He wants kids yes.. just hates the consept how they were made.. he wishes that part was skipable. But it wasn't..]

"Da.. Ma.. da.. one day.. there will be. Just not today.. much to your dismay.."

[Volkov.. Misha Volkov.. look into that name later.. figure out why he was mixed up.. see why he hasn't been visiting his mother that she mistook him for Misha..]

"One day soon.. Hopefully." [Oh and hes internally cringing again..]

[holy-adam-west-batman]

Alright since I'm getting popular on this account let me say some of my beliefs

I hate Trump, Terfs, Nazi's and anyone with those beliefs.

Israel isn't a country, and in the wrong. If you believe they are, please go read a book

Trans-rights are human rights

Gay rights fuck yeah

Make Healthcare affordable/free

Food is necessity not a privilege

No one is illegal on stolen land

Abolish I.C.E

Abolish " concentration camps"

Abolish conversion camp

All religions exist, doesn't mean you're God is better than. My God, they're all equal.

Thanks

[red-scare-savior]

I feel like it wasn’t just respecting he looked so genuine in his relief. Yay! I don’t have to have sex! Ahh reaction

//I can why you get that. I honestly never really think of sex alot so I was like "ah he respects lesbians". I need to go into my asexual and sex avoiding ass into the corner.

[red-scare-savior]

I actually asked if he’s ace because in the movie he was serving asexual. That whole scene with diana??

//Ah, iirc she also like shot him down going "I come from an island full of women, I think you can figure it out." And he respected it. Me too big man.

[red-scare-savior]

// the one on youtube is also the 2020 movie😿 im still

In search of the 2009 movie and tv show

//damn we all looking

[red-scare-savior]

I love you Red Son Superman 🥺

I- i love you too.

[red-scare-savior]

*tugs your cape*

[Looks down raising an eyebrow] hum?

[red-scare-savior]

Im so mad theres not a single plushie of you out there.. i want a plushie of you to hug to sleep…

I don't want to be a plushie..

[red-scare-savior]

Does your chest jiggle when you land at high speeds

I-?....nyet?..

[red-scare-savior]

Comrade Superman are you asexual?

I have no idea what that means...